The Pale Garden
The first thing you notice, in the moment the world fractures around you, is not the sound of the shattering but the sudden, terrifying weight of your own hands, how they feel less like limbs and more like two heavy, detached stones that you are carrying through a house that no longer belongs to the living. You are standing in the center of the dining room, a space that has always been defined...
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